This cartoon was drawn last week, and The New Yorker passed on it. Since I drew it, last night our government has agreed on something, in order to avert something. While I am paying attention, I am at times a bit lost. It’s been a mess, and embarrassing. And I have a feeling no one–neither side– is going to live “happily ever after” down there in Washington.
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Has your cartoon mother told her daughter the story about the partisans who were
so concerned about being re-elected, that they shafted the rest of the country?
A very grimm tale indeed. And you’re right, they did not live “happily ever after”.